The nuns had it coming

I lived in a convent in Toledo, Spain for a few months awhile back. It was a beautiful convent. Buried in the city, not much to look at from the outside (except that it had some beautiful archways on the back side of the building that could be seen from the nearby mountains. If you've ever seen a picture of Toledo, you can pick it out. The Alcazar on the left, the Catedral on the right, somewhere in the middle there is a building with seven arches. That's where I lived.) I had a room underneath one of the archways, looking out onto the mountains. In the mornings if I had my window open, I could hear bleeting sheep and their little sheep bells.

Truth be told, it was no longer a convent. It was more of a dorm. I was studying the art and history of Toledo at the time, and this is where the University chose to put me up. It had been a convent prior to the Spanish Civil War, but the nuns had been raped and decapitated by solidiers, and as a result, the order had died out.